Launchorasince 2014
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Commie Estas, Love?

A million humdrum speeches

Turned into gazillions

of never-ending pages

You and I in one

page-turning destruction

You, beloved comrade,

spilling love in reverse revolution

Bodies drop dead, universes reunite

Being left in the left sounds right

Inspired by Marx's

fluttering symbolisms

Encouraged by Lenin's

fanatical mannerisms

We, without oozing doubts,

march to Moskva

Throw our babushka

in the crimson heights of basilica

You, skinning capitalism

to underworld's currency

I, punishing myself

for befriending frenzy

Young, wild, we're madly unfree

Chained and forgotten by those

who love common societal glee

Zinnia's pots with Zedong's quotes,

zeppelins from second great wall

We zipper our fate against all

Future's shaped by October fight,

Catchphrases crafted in

cold vodka fancy flight

Russian roulettes projectiling

parachutes of poetry

In the rightest side

of the rightists' memory

No longer enemies of state,

we overcry "Freedom"

At the towering heights

of imperial kingdom

Then oppressor monkeys force

oppressed heartbeats

Tourniquets mass produced to pressure

the imprisoned fleets

Let the battle cry be overheard

Not only by overthrown elites

but also by highland shepherd's herd

Let there be equality,

A word with raped entity

Now bullets are covering

the scope of city lights

Rewriting the sickening scriptures

of corrupted eyesights

As the nowhere nostalgia

unleashes its enormosity

Against the eavesdropping

of the jawdropping monstrosity

"Remember us to life's eternity",

uttered by us

as we defy death's infinity

"Remember how the end starts",

You said while watching

the countdown in pendulum quartz.

Summertime solitude shifts to

midsummer misnomers,

You and I remain freedom fighters,

You and I remain praxis paramours

Shielding reforming dreams

with our stonecold armours.

Like a czar's top secret mission,

we are a betwixted expedition

Longing for the riddled lores

of the royal Romanovs

but swearing allegiance

to the change-hungry souls

who might love the Rachmaninoffs

That was a long time ago

Before the space walk of alter ego

Cosmonauts riding rockets

to avoid feeding kaisers' hornets

Choosing to starve themselves

in space, as they serve

'Stead of treating the proud sitting pretty

more than they deserve

Fast forward to the present,

Stalinists reading Tolstoy's War and Peace

while watching The Pianist

Stalker comes to the rescue,

bombarding Tchaikovsky to the ears

of fascist sadomasochist

Then the racist faggot said ,

"With Vietnamese

and North Korean catapults,

the world suffers from

tantrums, traumas, and tumults."

You and I are like watching

these static shizo scenes on telly

The world that never crumbles

juggles itself like a jelly

You and I feel the jumble and tumble

Without letting our beliefs stumble

You, my dearest comrade,

staining swastikas

in scattered Zizekian

pervert's guide to psychoanalysis

You, my loving comrade,

strangling superior sieg heils

till their vast metamorphosis

turns into plagued vulnerabilities

You, dressed like Che, kissing

the uprising goodnight

You, shouting who you are

with Fidel's uproaring might.